This time Durrance did not confirm her words, and she repeated them with a greater emphasis, "It can make no difference." Durrance started like a man roused from an abstraction.
"I beg your pardon, Ethne," he said.

"I was thinking at the moment of Harry Feversham.

There is something which I want you to tell me.

You said a long time ago at Glenalla that you might one day bring yourself to tell it me, and I should rather like to know now.

You see, Harry Feversham was my friend.